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rane smith, 15 may 2012

mourning me

When mourning for me
I want you to smile
think of how things use to be
when I was alive

but I know you won’t listen
I know you will start to cry
for all the things I’m missin’
before you said goodbye

I want you to be happy
get out and find someone else
let them see how funny you are
and feel the things I felt

Live your life for the both of us
I hope it will be a pleasant one
and every night you pray to me
so I can hear your voice

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rane smith, 1 may 2012

My life

Tender, rough, gentle, soft, round and round my life a collision of chatter colliding in my ear going in one coming out the other.
Tears of my sadness sorrow and sometimes joy in every drop
Love and hate in the same pattern
The cool breeze on my skin as if it’s going right through me
Dreams of dreams permeations, wonder, thoughts, and hopes wander if they’ll ever become true reality
Friend true friends with our initials B.F.F who love me for who I am not for what I have hoping will keep in touch forever
Not the people who put me down and who I want to be friends with or more than friends with my whole life
People who expect great things from me teachers that I will make proud
Mostly of my mother gentle words keep me on the right road telling me I can do anything and everything if I put my mind to it
She loves me for who I am and I respect her she won’t let anyone hurt me always got my back cant depend on no one else but mom
She’s my precise god all mine with the voice as sweet as an angel when I’m down she gives me laughter and hope and a better understanding of life
Butterflies wings made of symmetry what makes me me and what makes you you
The light that keeps me forward and the things that try to pull me back
Things I dearly want and things I get by working hard to get them
The dedication to my dog max beautiful and the color of ebony i love you and you will truly be missed your in a better place
It fells like everyone who comes close to me just crumbles away between my fingertips like my skin is made of poison

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rane smith, 30 april 2012

I am different

I am different
I don’t have many friends
I am different an outcast
I am different the girl no one would talk to
I am different one who sits by herself
I am different the one who doesn’t open her mouth
I am different the one who cuts herself
I am different
So different

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